Marinette noticed Chat acting oddly lately. Specifically in the last four days. She could figure something was wrong. And she was right. But she only got the confirmation the next day when she was out in the park with Alya. A man in a tuxedo came to her and asked if she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
“Um… yes?” she said unsurely because isn’t like strangers come and ask you for your name every day.
“Alright boys, over here!” he shouted over his shoulder.
Marinette’s jaw hit the ground as four delivery men came with a huge bouquet of red roses forming a huge heart while the juliet roses were forming the words Je t'aime.
“Delivery for a Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, sign here please.”
Marinette signed, without taking her eyes of the bouquet. There were how many roses in that? One hundred? Honestly, she could have signed for giving up her firstborn to a which and she wouldn’t have known. Once the delivery guys gave her a huge bouquet, which required both her and Alya to hold with both hands the man in the tuxedo approached her again.
“An ode for the, I quote, ‘Purrincess’.” he cleared his throat before he took a couple of steps back and took… was that a violin?
Marinette blinked in surprise as a quartet of strings began playing ‘Carelss Whisper’. Meanwhile, Alya was trying to record the whole thing while giving her a look that screamed ‘we will talk about this later’.
She will skin that damn cat boy.
“Oh, Purrincess, how are you on this fine… ouch.” Marinette watched unimpressed as Chat fell from her loft because of the pillow she threw seconds earlier. He got up without a trouble and faked a sob. “My Princess is hurting me, I feel betrayed.”
“So… you didn’t like the surprise?”
“Chat, do you have any idea how awkward it is to have a quartet of strings playing you a romantic song in the middle of the damn park? And these roses?” she pointed at the huge floral arrangement which occupied most of her floor. “How did you even think I could explain it?”
“Secret admirer?” he suggested, trying to look sheepish.
Marinette was about to give him a sassy reply when a voice from downstairs stopped her.
“Sweetie, if that is your secret boyfriend as him how many layers would he like the wedding cake to be. And if he would also like a croquembouche.”
Chat cupped his hands around his mouth and answered in her stead. “Yes to the croquembouche and seven layers, please. You are the best parents in law I could ever ask for.”
“We got you, son!” Tom called from downstairs as well.
Marinette facepalmed. How was this happening to her?